I didn’t believe my ears! Her fantasy was sitting on a bed in just jeans as a group of men jacked off around her. She’d take each in her mouth if his cock was inviting enough or she was horny enough, and they’d come on her neck or tits.
What a coincidence! And how odd that we’d both hidden these fantasies because we each thought we would rebuff the other!
I asked Janet the obvious question: Was she interested in making our fantasy come true?
“Maybe,” she said, “but only under very controlled circumstances.”
The onus fell on me to try to find a way it could be done. Janet wanted to keep control of the action. She also made it clear that she was interested in being with several men. It was to be blowjobs only unless we both decided differently. That suited me fine.
I trawled the Net. The adult contact websites all seemed to involve penetrative gang bangs or partner-swapping, neither of which fitted our needs. I did, however, find a group that holds a party the second Saturday of every month, and while most swingers’ groups are for couples and single ladies only, their party was for whoever wanted to come, meaning there were usually about ten men to every woman! The women therefore had to be into multiple partners, the site made clear, but all boundaries were respected.
I e-mailed asking if we could have a section of the place for Janet to have a group of men for oral purposes, making it clear she wasn’t up for a gang bang per se, but would blow as many guys as she could. I sent her photo.
They replied almost immediately saying that was fine, and judging by Janet’s photo, she could suck all the cock and take all the come she wanted, in any way she wanted. Yes, she could have a sectioned-off room to herself. They seemed excited to have a woman who eagerly wanted to suck dick.
I showed Janet the website and the e-mails. She seemed thrilled by the idea, so we booked ourselves for the following month’s party.
The next couple of weeks we talked about it incessantly. Janet decided she wanted us both to wear a small mask, to cover her eyes at least (a bit like a Zorro mask) and make her more unrecognizable. She said she couldn’t handle it if she bumped into someone she knew, and if we wore the same mask, people would know we were a couple and she would feel safer.
She decided to wear just jeans per her fantasy. She could undo them and masturbate if she liked while still making it clear to others not to go there. Also, I wasn’t to leave her side for a minute. I grew increasingly excited as the big day drew nearer.
The day of the party Janet got cold feet, but it wasn’t too hard to reconvince her. Reminding her it was a fantasy for both of us coming true, I played with her nipples and rubbed her crotch and said how much I wanted to see another man’s cock in her mouth. This got her so horny, she wanted to blow me then and there! I said, “Wait! Tonight you can blow all the cock you like!”
We drove nervously to the party, Janet in jeans and a white singlet top, the nipples of her tiny breasts poking through, me in jeans and a T-shirt. At the house we walked slowly to the front door, rang the bell, and were greeted by a sexy 30-something woman in a revealing leather outfit. Polly recognized Janet from her photo and invited us in.
As we went through the house we caught glimpses of women surrounded by naked men fucking them in every hole. Janet took my hand. In the kitchen Polly poured her a stiff drink, and Janet reminded Polly she wanted to give blowjobs and also wanted to keep her jeans on (unless… ), and wear her green Zorro mask.
Polly said she was aware of all this, and it sounded sexy. She said men had been asking for months for a blowjob specialist at one of her parties. She said she had cordoned off a room and taken the liberty of placing a sign outside that said BLOWJOB QUEEN.
I asked Janet if she was cool with that. Shrugging, she said, “In for a penny, in for a pound.” She kissed me tenderly, then put her mask on and took her top off, revealing her pert little tits. I, too, put my mask on, and took Janet by the hand. We followed Polly to the Blowjob Queen’s room!
As we walked through the main room, there had to be at least 80 guys and only about six women. Most had a cock in each orifice plus three or more men standing around watching, jacking off, waiting their turn. More than one guy turned his attention on Janet as we walked to her special room.
Polly was as good as her word—Janet had a small bedroom all to herself. The sign BLOWJOB QUEEN written in gold letters on cardboard was pinned to the door. The dimly lit room smelled nice and clean. It had a double bed in the center and no other furniture to speak of.
Janet went and sat on the side of the bed. I sat next to her and began kissing her long and passionately. She kissed back, and her hand went for my crotch, undoing my jeans as I rubbed her tits. She freed my cock, and I stood so she could take me in her mouth.
To my surprise, four or five guys had already followed us in. Janet was getting hot and swallowed my prick with desire. Two guys came near and proffered their throbbing tools. She looked into my eyes through her mask and smiled the question at me.
It was now or never. I smiled back and nodded.
Without hesitation, Janet slipped her mouth off my pulsating member and took the cock of the man next to me in her hands. It was the first time I’d seen her touch another penis, and it drove me wild. She looked up at him and licked the precome off him. His sharp intake of breath told her he wanted more, so she started working his cock the way she’d done mine over the years.
She uses plenty of saliva and works her tongue on the head and her mouth on most of the shaft while her hand works the base. She keeps her rhythm and can tell when the guy’s going to come. She then works him furiously, and pumps the come on her tits, or sometimes takes it in her mouth.
She was an expert in sucking cock when I met her, and she’s lost none of her drive for it over the six years we’ve been together. More than once she’s been able to get me from flaccid to spurting in less than 90 seconds! It was time for these strangers to get a taste of the Blowjob Queen!
The first gent started to make telltale signs he was going to blow, so Janet took him out of her mouth and pumped him over her tits. He spurted a massive quantity of come over her petite breasts. She smiled salaciously at the fella as she licked him clean, then looked back at me.
I was working my own cock, trying desperately not to come yet! I smiled back encouragingly. I was in seventh heaven, and was getting more and more turned on watching how horny Janet was getting.
She now worked her way to the next chap. She took him in her mouth, plus she started jacking off the guy next to him! Then another man stood beside her, jacking himself off near her face. Incredibly, this was exactly our fantasy coming true!
The guy she was blowing was thrusting his cock hard in her mouth. He suddenly whisked his glistening member out from between her luscious lips and with a yell showered semen over her pretty face, all over her mask and in her hair. This set off the guy who was jacking himself off, and he came all over the side of her face. She now took the guy she had been jacking off into her mouth and worked his cock hard and fast.
Her eyes had glazed over as she became a horny little cock slut. I’d never seen this in her before. I had to leave my own prick alone to stop from shooting, such was my excitement at seeing the girl I loved going for it like this.
Janet’s free hand snaked down to her own snatch and undid her jeans, and she got busy on herself as no fewer than five fresh men stood in front of her pulling their cocks. Whilst she continued to finger her clit, she took turns taking them in her mouth for five or six thrusts each. As she neared her own orgasm, her moans grew louder and she tried to devour as much cock as she could fit in her mouth.
“Come on me,” she moaned. “I want all of you to come all over me.” Three more guys had joined the group, so no less than nine of us stood there masturbating over my beautiful lady as she sucked dick for all she was worth and begged for come like a horny slut.
She began coming herself. The sight and sound of this had five guys jizzing over her
at once, splattering semen from the top of her head to her belly button. Her jeans got creamed on as semen ran off her face and tits. She kept coming as the guys kept shooting loads on her. She kept a mouth and a hand on someone’s member the whole time, devouring cock like there was no tomorrow.
Her orgasm abated now, but she kept working this young guy’s cock expertly. He groaned, and she took his cock out of her mouth and jacked him off over her tits. He threw his head back as his load splattered all over her come-drenched chest.
When the young man was done, Janet motioned for me to close the door. There was only one other guy and myself in there. She asked me if I’d like to come now.
“You bet,” I replied.
I’d been on the brink all night but had held off till now. The other guy was already about to come. He pointed his pecker at Janet’s lips and hit them with a blast that sprayed all over her face, leaving her covered in hot come.
“Thanks,” he whispered and sidled out of the room, leaving Janet and me alone.
She stared up at me and then lovingly took me in her mouth. Within 30 seconds she gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. The sight of her come-covered body and face sucking my throbbing cock was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I spurted stream after stream on her already gooey face. Her eyes never left mine.
She licked me clean, and I leaned down and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of at least a dozen men’s jism.
“You okay?” I asked.
“As okay as I’ve ever been!” she said, with a weird drunken look on her face—intoxicated by horniness, I assumed.
Polly came in then and suggested we move to the bathroom to clean Janet up.
It was possibly the best night of my life, and we’re already planning to go to another party. Janet reckons she’ll be able to blow twice as many guys the next time! So I say, bring it on!
—G.F., Springfield, Massachusetts
She Was a Trophy Wife, He a Construction Guy: You Can Guess the Rest
I’ve seen it over and over again. Some fat-cat doctor dumps his first wife, and before you know it he’s hooked up with a trophy piece of ass.
I work construction, and not surprisingly, many of my jobs are remodels or additions to some doctor’s house. The last job I was on, I arrived at the site on the first day just in time to see some out-of-shape, balding MD type getting into his upscale car and hustling off to make his rounds.
Well, I went to work, and with the summer heat, it wasn’t long before I had worked up a sweat, so I took off my shirt. Now I work hard, so I have to say that my physique is nicely tanned and trim.
It was around ten o’clock when I glanced over at the house and saw, through the picture window, the doctor’s young trophy wife, dressed in a skimpy robe and apparently just getting up. I imagined it would be another tough day for her, at the pool, or the mall, or the gym, spending her old man’s hard-earned money. I only hoped for his sake that she was spreading her legs for him when he got home.
I thought I caught her glancing my way through the large window, and maybe she was, since just a little while later she made her appearance at the pool. She looked expensive all right, with bleached blond shoulder-length hair, small tits, a narrow waist, and curvy hips. She had full lips, the kind that look good wrapped around a hard shaft. Her tits looked real, and except for the nipples they were pretty much revealed by the small triangles that constituted the top of her bathing suit. A triangle almost as small covered her pussy. I wished I was the guy who got to wax her cunt hair.
I knew she was aware that I was watching her, and to rub it in she slowly stretched and turned around, showing me her ass cheeks, bisected by her tiny thong. There were no tan lines that I could see. Probably none at all, since the yard was very private and perfect for nude sunbathing.
I couldn’t help but continue to admire the view as she lay down on a lounge chair, sweat glistening on her smooth flesh. When she looked over at me I didn’t turn my eyes away. She smiled then, a full, gleaming smile, and then she wet her lips with her tongue. Then, slowly, she got up and strolled toward me, and with each step she took the bulge in my jeans got larger. She scanned me up and down, her eyes lingering a bit at my bulge.
She didn’t stop as she reached me, but passed by, so close that I could feel her heat. Then she turned back toward her lounge chair, but now she looked back over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow her.
So far neither of us had said a word. I still didn’t say anything as I followed her to the deck chairs. There she turned, motioning me to come closer. When I stood before her, she reached out and slowly unzipped my jeans.
I was already shirtless, and my low-rise briefs couldn’t disguise my interest. She seemed delighted with the length and thickness of my shaft, and before I knew it she had pushed my jeans and undershorts down and, sitting down on one of the deck chairs, wrapped her full lips around the head of my meat stick. Her tongue flicked and teased my cock, making it stiffen even further. When she felt me getting rock-hard she slowly slid her mouth down the length of my cock. I don’t know where she put it all, but she took it down to the root with no problem at all.
There is just so much teasing I can take, so I took hold of her blond locks and pumped myself into her, fucking her throat. I heard her moaning around my dick, and I knew she was loving it. I doubted whether her old man was getting the same kind of blowjob action I was enjoying. Well, too bad for him.
When she began to pant loudly through her nose, I figured it was time to back off a little. Besides, I wanted to sample her other holes. When I let go of her head she lay back on the lounge chair and looked dreamily up at the blue sky, while I enjoyed the view of her body.
Since she had done such a nice job for me, I thought it only fair to return the favor. I drew her legs apart, giving me a perfect view of her pinkness. My fingers explored her pussy, now and again pulling out to spread some of her wetness over her clit. All I heard was low moans as she arched and rotated her hips under my exploring fingers. She smelled wonderful, a mix of perfume and sun lotion. I decided to see how she tasted. With my fingers now ramming in and out of her juice box, I slowly tongued her clit, with amazing results. Not all women squirt when they come, but this girl certainly did. My hand was soaked by her secretions, so I brought it to her mouth and let her lick her own juices off my fingers. This turned her on even more, and her moans got louder, to the point where I wondered if the neighbors might hear.
My shaft was getting impatient to probe her pussy, so that was the next thing on my agenda. As wet as she was, my thick rod slid fairly easily into her more-than-ready cunt. I lifted her legs and pushed them back, holding them wide so that I could thrust more fully into her, and she helped me by tightening her cunt muscles to give me a squeeze. I think they teach that trick in the how-to-marry-rich class, so the girls can keep their sugar daddies panting for more.
I fucked her that way for about ten minutes, slowly at first, then speeding up and really pounding it to her as she urged me on. My cock was still rock-hard, and as much as I was enjoying her very wet and squirmy cunt, I started thinking about a tighter hole—one where her old man had likely not visited. I loved the look of her pink and puckered back door.
She must have been reading my mind, because she reached down with both hands to spread her ass cheeks as wide as they would go. I guided my pole in slowly at first, and then, as her asshole expanded to make room for my probing cock, I gave it to her more vigorously. Her moans turned into high-pitched cries of passion, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Jism spurted from my shaft, jet after jet of hot creamy come shooting up into her narrow passage. I pulled out before the last couple of spurts, just to give her a little bit of a facial to remember me by. As I did so she eagerly took my pole down her throat and swallowed whatever sperm I had left to give her.
We rested awhile, and then I said I’d better get back to work. The lady said that if I wanted to take another break later in the day, she would be waiting fo
r me. Without any hesitation I told her she could count on it.
—N.F., Flagstaff, Arizona
These Three Marines Loved His Passionately Patriotic Wife
Last Fourth of July my wife, Irene, and I were hanging out at a local bar, shooting pool. After we had been there a couple of hours we were feeling no pain. There were about a dozen people in the bar, and at one point Irene went over and told the bartender that she wanted to buy drinks for everybody, in honor of the Fourth of July. My wife is one very patriotic lady.
Irene and I resumed our game, and after a few minutes two young guys in their early twenties came up to us and thanked her for the drink. It turned out that they were marines on leave, and were heading back to their base the next day before shipping out to Iraq. Their names were Jake and Al, and we invited them to play some pool with us.
We played a couple of games and talked for a while. The guys were nice and friendly, and at one point when they went to the head, Irene told me she wanted to do something nice for them before they had to ship out. I had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind, and I wasn’t surprised when, on their return, she invited them to come home with us and relax in our new hot tub for a while. The guys said that sounded great, and they asked if they could bring their friend Rich, who was hanging out in their room because he was 19, not old enough to drink in a bar. Irene said sure, and we waited while they went to get their friend, and their swimsuits.
At our house the guys and I changed into our swimsuits and climbed into the hot tub. Irene got everyone a cold beer and lit some candles and the tiki torches before she went to change. When she came out in her bikini she looked so hot that it suddenly got very quiet as the guys took in her beautiful curves. When she got into the hot tub all conversation was directed toward Irene, and I could see that she was soaking up all the attention they were giving her and loving it.
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